Chapter 1
Kristen
"Will you get a look at this, Las? When you thought she had enough, she returns for more," he said, smacking my ass.
"What do you think we can do to her that she'll never forget?" the other said with his hand down my dress squeezing my right tit hard.
"I say we tag team her ass and take her to a place she's never been before. When we get through with her, she won't be able to walk for days."
"We're going to use all your holes like the slut you are."
"Sounds like fucking fun. I want her panties for my collection."
"Rip her fucking clothes off."
I wake up on the sofa with a splitting headache. Every muscle on my body was sore. I rub my temples with my fingers, trying to soothe the throbbing my head was giving me. Then I realize my bottom is wet.
"Girl, not again," I say in my head.
I open my eyes to see my husband sitting in his lounge chair, looking at me with his arms crossed.
"Jesus, you scared me!"
"This is the second time I find you sleeping on the couch this week. What's going on?" he asks.
"Nothing. I wasn't sleeping well last night and didn't want to wake you up," I said, standing up and pulling the blanket over my body.
"You slept naked down here?" he asks.
"Yeah, I guess. Why are you asking?"
"Because you never sleep naked. Only when we make love sometimes."
"Did you ever think I might be having a hot flash with this heatwave we're still having? Is that okay with you?" I say, annoyed. I pick up the loose end of the blanket and start my way up to the bathroom.
I get to the bathroom and close the door. A full-length mirror is on the closet door. I drop the blanket and look at myself in the mirror.
I have bruises on both my wrists and ankles. I turn around, and both my butt cheeks are still red.
"Damn, Kris. What did you do last night?" I say in the mirror, shaking my head.
I walk over to the shower and turn it on, and then Scott walks into the bathroom holding two coffees.
"I made you a cup," he said, putting mine on the sink.
"Thank you."
"Mind if I join you?" he asks.
"I do mind. I have a terrible headache, and I want to be alone this morning," I said, putting shampoo in my hair. I hear the door click open.
"What the hell? Kris, what's going on?"
"Scott, I told you not to curse around me. You can with your friends but not at home with me," I said with my eyes closed. But I knew what he was looking at—the bruises on my wrists.
"No, you!" he said, pointing down at my ankles. "You have bruises all over your ankles."
I look down at my ankles. "What? I don't see anything," I say, trying to make him think he's crazy.
"Even your wrists have bruises. Are you having an affair?" he said, looking at me seriously.
"Scott, really? Don't be ridiculous."
"But those bruises on your wrist and ankles," he pointed.
"I don't know what you're seeing. I don't have any bruises. Get out before I'm late for school." I watch as he leaves the shower and closes the bathroom door hard.
I finish and dry myself off. Then I find a nice long-sleeved blouse and matching slacks. I look in the mirror again.
"Luckily, these will be gone before the end of the day," I say, looking at my wrists. The bruising looks like a rope or something like that.
When I finished getting ready, I went to the kitchen to see that Scott had already left for work. So, I grabbed a pop tart and left the house.
Pulling into the facility parking area, I noticed I was the only one except Bobby, the janitor. I panicked, thinking it was a holiday or a weekend, then I saw the time. I'm early. I leave my car and walk to the front doors, which are still locked. I tap my keys on the glass so Bobby can hear me. A few minutes pass as I see Bobby walking towards the door.
"You're early, Mrs. Barlet," he said with a smile opening the door.
"I am early, and please call me Kristen." He nods his head as he locks the door back.
I walk to my classroom, drop my bag on my desk, and go to the teacher's lounge. There, I make a fresh pot of coffee and wait for everybody else to show up.
It must have been forty minutes before I saw another teacher walk in. It was Kathy. She has the class next to me.
"Morning, you're early," Kathy said.
"Yeah, just a little," I said. She stops and looks at me.
"You look like shit. Did you and Scott get into another fight?"
"I couldn't sleep last night, so I tried to sleep downstairs, and he got mad at me," I said, taking a drink from my coffee.
"Why don't men get it that we do it for them? We try to keep them happy, and they still bitch. Get this, I tried to give my boyfriend a blowjob the other day, and he said, 'Nah, I'm good.' I have never met a man who said no to a blowjob. So, next time, he wants some of this," she said, pointing at her crotch. "I'll say, Nah, I'm good." We both laugh at each other.
The first bell rang, letting us know it was time to meet our students outside when they arrived. We get out as we stand, greeting everybody walking in.
As I looked at the time, it was almost noon. It was time for the lunch bell to ring. All my students grabbed their lunches and proceeded to the cafeteria. I watched each student leave my class. When the last student walked out, I felt a particular urge between my legs.
"Not now," I said out loud, laying my head on my desk. I was having an orgasm in my classroom.
